You will have to excuse me. I’ve been in quite the sour mood these days. Don’t worry, it’s nothing you’ve done. In fact, I’ve got no one but myself to blame.
For those of us who enjoy properly-crafted ales and lagers, the word adjunct is one that’s dirtier than Snookie after a date with a bottle of Jagermeister. The very notion of “poisoning” a beer with corner-cutting ingredients is sacrilege. Well, it turns out that there’s a lot of craft and import beer out there that we all seem to enjoy that does precisely that.
Let’s get this out of the way first off; I am not a Harry Potter nerd. Okay, I grudgingly read the books some years ago after much prodding and encouragement from my more well-read peers and family members. I will admit that J.K. Rowling was commendably successful in crafting such an ambitious tale – attention to detail, European language and historical referencing, accurate portrayal of adolescent development, action, romance, drama, etc.
My friend and peer, Karamy Ford, wrote about the general irreverence for the wine varietal Malbec in her article last week. She referred to it as “the Rodney Dangerfield” of wines. Both funny and apropos, it got me wondering about which beer family member is the one with “no respect.” Easily, it’s gotta be cider.